The Sleep کے بول

In the winter of my youth where the shadows have passed Are my memories of the truth I thought would always last And now it seems that all my dreams like the summer sun have gone And my heart lies in New Haven but in my struggle I live on I made my way through the broken gate Found out I was too late And I could not disturb her sleep A three days ride to Scottendale And a penance on my trail And now a memorys all I keep Eyes of crystal deep as night a heart the world could never know I held our daughters hand so tight and said my dear its time to go And in my haste, no time to waste I had to leave her where she lay But I swore then as I do now that Ill come back for her some day I made my way through the broken gate Found out I was too late And I could not disturb her sleep A three days ride to Scottendale And a penance on my trail And now a memorys all I keep